This has been a tough, tough week. I know that it’s not been as tough as for some, and I know that I really don’t have a lot to complain about it when you zoom out and look at the bigger picture for a moment. But when you’re stuck there in your little bubble and that little bubble is closing in and pressing and suffocating and forcing you to be the person you always said you wouldn’t be… its hard to maintain perspective sometimes.
But the kids always bring you back to earth with a gentle bump, don’t they?
After a week of difficult mornings with The Preschooler- he misses his dad, he doesn’t want to go to Preschool, he doesn’t know how to put his shoes on, he didn’t really PUSH his sister, he only wants to eat one more slice of toast before he brushes his teeth, he wants to cuddle while you brush your teeth, he doesn’t want to sit in the car today, he has forgotten how to walk…) I’ve spent much of the school run in tears this week.
Frustration. Anger. Loneliness. Exhaustion.
And not just for me, I might add.
Then yesterday, on the way to Preschool, a song came on and a little voice piped up:
“I like this song, Mummy. This man’s voice sounds nice and makes me happy.”
And I smiled. How could I not?
Happiness makes you cry
My son likes The Flaming Lips. My son is one in a million. He is a little firesome ball of contradictions and huge emotion and I love him for that. Yep, hard work, but oh so totally worth it.